Category: eroticliterature

ive been thinking about you , thinking about all the filthy, dirty and playfully pleasurable things we do to each other. those moments between the kisses , cuddles and caresses where we give into our desires and urges.. where we transform into two base creatures licking, sucking., nibbling, biting , spanking and scratching. throwing our bodies viscerally and violently together in lust. oh how i love the taste of your lips, the sounds of your squirms and how your strong arms feel pulling me closer to you. i’m such a little slut for you, i know i haven’t said it before it really embarrasses me.. i hope it makes you want me, because i love it when you want me. i’d love the feeling of being completely helpless.. completely under your control.. helpless and completely yours to touch.. to use.. to fuck. i wish i could show you how much i desire you right now , i’d love to spread my legs for you , wider so i can see you admire me, every single detail. so i can see how hard i make you , maybe to torture you i’d play with myself slowly.. spreading my lips so you can see the little hole you’re about to pound your big cock in.. maybe if i push my fingers inside.. all the way inside my cunt, you could see in my eyes how i wish i could replace my fingers with yours.. do you like it when i fuck myself thinking about you? dont you just wish your cock was up against me right now? just like my fingers are..? i want you to fuck me.. to use me.. you could do whatever you want to me.. anything at all.. i would really want that. as im getting closer i’d beg for you to let me cum.. , id hold it and wait until you give me permission.. and then i’d thank you.

I see her chatting in the lounge. Her body silhouetted against the wall. I slip unnoticed into the back rooms without anyone greeting me. No one knows me here. To some I am a rogue, to others I am the ultimate sinner, but to all I am the hunter. I feel her follow me, into the empty room. She runs quickly after me, her petite figure trying to catch my long strides. Her hair wisps around her as she enters the room, her chest heaving and her heart racing from the chase. I can feel her blood pumping through her veins and the subtle scent of her womanly excitement. Normally a man would not notice, but my senses are heightening. I want her. My body is responding first to my primal need to feed and second to the urges of passion. Read more »

I move my fingers up your leg, just an inch but enough to feel the soft flesh of your thigh. I see your lips part slightly. Out of the corner of my eye I see the waiter walking our way – my fingers move up your thighs ever so little while you say that we are OK at the moment “Are you wearing anything under that dress?” I ask as he walks away.

“Did I tell you that you look ravishing? I want to feel my hands all over you. Your legs. You’re breasts. You’re nipples. I want to nibble on your ear. Your Neck. Run my hands further up your thighs …” I inch my fingers just a little further up your thigh, pressing against your flesh. In our current seated position’s I can’t move them any further while being discrete about it. Read more »

It was Saturday evening and she was flying in to LAX. My heart is racing. I’m in the airport parking lot inside my car. In less than an hour I would be greeted to a British beauty. As I wait, I scroll through her photos and my dick becomes aroused. The time comes and I walk to the terminal where she is to arrive. After a crowd of people walk out of the gate, I see this girl with the most unique and lovely hair I’ve seen. Yellows and oranges and then dark on top. I knew it was her. To be honest, my heart was pounding fast and didn’t want to make a fool of myself by being too anxious, so I waited. I pretend like I’m looking around. After a few moments, I hear the cutest British accent call my name. I then feel an arm around my shoulder and the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. I get goosebumps all around my body. She was right behind me. Read more »